Kicking the Year Off – Write: Poetry

Another day has passed

Another year has passed

And, woe, others shall pass anon

Who amongst us needs such a curse

As that which forever to us will elude

As that which forever to us will delude

Yea, instead, choose to seek thine peace

In that which shan’t ne’er forsake

For ’tis thy present

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Often, we of the Newsletter Love share our writings and whatnots amongst ourselves; and occasionally some of it makes its way to this here blogspace. Today, to kick the year off in poetic style, and to spread around some of our newsletter love, I share here a selection of the newsletter submissions from Andy Smerdon, Pleasant Street, and Priyanki. I thank them for helping us to send out and in the years in poetic style. You can read all their work in the current edition of the Newsletter Love. Additionally, I invite you to visit their sites, check out their work, and follow along with them.

I thank you all for hanging out with me here like you do. It means much, very much, to me.

Have a Happy & Healthy & Humorous New Year, my friends.

 

Poetry by Andy Smerdon

andysmerdon.wordpress.com

Stop, listen, what’s that sound

It’s another heart

Along side yours

Beating time

A drum

Peace

Love

You know

We all know

It’s ours to share

Not just with our kin

Not controlled by the skin

We believe we have that right

To pick and choose who gets our light

Yet demand this gift of all we see

When love is something, to be shared and free.

 

Poetry by Pleasant Street (formerly Rose Red)

geletilari.wordpress.com

Snow angel

In the dog days of Winter dreaming of green

I get weary shoveling, and

struggling to remain upright

scraping those windows yet one more time

coffee spilling into the snow

leaving an ugly brown stain

a fog rising above the crater-

Shit, I really needed that.

I turn my head toward the apple tree

but it does not answer

I remember how July damn near killed me

melting into my clothing

certain that they would find them

in a pile, my body nearly gone

just a grimace where my head used to be.

I think of this memory heading into the wind

and I know that I’ve never felt

so alive in the dead of winter

never felt so sure that I no longer

want to toss it all in

I want this feeling of life

dichotomy of sunlight and frigid air

both bathing

both massaging

both surrounding me

with their life-giving forces

hot and cold-dark and light

and I drop the ice scraper

for one moment of pleasure

like some idiot thinking she is 8 years old

-forgetting the sadness in the house-

to make a snow angel

squinting from the sunshine in my eyes

 

Poetry by Priyanki

jollyprivy.wordpress.com

Keep flipping the pages



Lost in the books only to be found

The best place to be profound

Unfolding, unwinding so many mysteries.

There is so much to seek

so much to explore

All I feel is to be engrossed in more.

Sometimes I’m short of time

Finishing daily chores of my life’s book

That is also prime to me

As it gives me a sense of my being.

As I move & flip each page

It gives me a feeling of success,

Success of moving on

For not sitting on a page for too long

But I’m also a human being, at times get stuck in life’s routine.

Wherein I just sit & ponder, about all the life’s wonder

All that I got so far.

Did I ask for, or was it an unexpected rain shower…

Then I think , oh! I should have been prepared,

Carrying an umbrella would have taken care.

It would have saved me from all the mess

Oh! look at me? I’m drench all wet,

What shall I do now? Sit & cry

Or dance in the rain & enjoy

Jump in those puddles & let it all go

Or standstill & heighten my sores.

Oh! Let me ask my soul before I go

What does it wish,

What does it say…

Shh!, Let me hear to that voice, it’s coming from deep inside

You know I need to focus more, the outside noises are making me deaf

Then my brain gets lazy, stops working hard to listen to what lies deep within…

& tries to find that easy way,

Of sitting on that page of life’s book & not taking the pain to flip or move

& see what’s coming next,

May be a rainbow or the warmth of sun

But for that it needs to make that turn.

What did you say?

It happens with you too! Oh really!

Is that true?

Don’t you worry

U & I will this time

Silence those noises, disturbing our mind.

All those noises that cause chaos.

& make the turn, that sounds so hard

take the turn of flipping that page

Those pages of our life’s book

Which needs to be closed,

For better outlook

To see what life is holding next

A new beginning is waiting ahead

No matter if the page is interesting, still you need to keep moving,

keep exploring to learn more & you may find that pot of gold

Crossing the life’s rainbow

I don’t want to say at the end.

Life surprises me every now & then

And if the page was mundane then all the more you need to change.

Life’s book is a mix of all

You name the genre

It has it all.

Each of yours life is gifted with it

Fiction, comedy, mystery or thrill

Suspense or action we all go through.

We all are readers of life’s book…

Good or bad, slow or fast

Read it in your stride…

But just remember one little thing,

Keep turning & keep flipping

To keep finding new meanings,

Waiting for you on the next page.

Yes! You can

Now that you think

All you need to

Is keep reading!

 

 

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